This is a song about "I f ked yo mama"

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Mama stayed hustlin, i salute her

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

He gave me so much drama i had to call my mama,

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

Shit, like i ain't been through the scars and bruises

So why the f should i be in his

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this